Tap Tap Tap

 Is this thing on? Is anyone in here?

Long time, no see. 

Hump Day Haiku #7

i went to art class

and then i went to dinner

now see my angel

Opening Day

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Dove season opens at noon.

My brother surveys the field.

He has spent the last 20 hours out at the farm.

Roasting a pig.

This is probably the last hunt we will have here.

Berry Farms is booming.

It was a bittersweet day.

 Mental P. shows up in the nick of time.

Can anyone spot her sporty hunting vehicle?

There is some shooting.

There is some laughing.

 The pig is ready.

 It was a feeding frenzy.

It was the best pulled pork I have ever had in my life.

And I've had some pulled pork...

 I'm sorry, but how cute are these girls and their Muck Boots?

I need some Muck Boots.

And a truck.

 Somebody found this baby chicken snake.

It may have found its way into a car truck full of cute girls.

And these little boys were so proud.

There is about to be a mighty fine dove dinner here in Middle Tennessee.

Life is grand. 

Tuesday Text: Parentexting™

Now that we are out of college,

we have begun to contemplate our later years....

Don't you think I cheered him up?

Parenting: always a new frontier.

This 'n That Thursday

Utter nonsense:

• I do not understand why people poke me on facebook.
• I went to a psychic yesterday. He was eerily spot on.
• I am having steak for breakfast.
• I have somehow become a dog sitter.
• I slept with the windows open last night and froze. In August. In Tennessee.
• I am ready for boots and sweater weather.
• Why do people keep saying "on point"?
• I have a wacky horoscope today. It's telling me to be in denial.
• I have lately become obsessed with the number 3 and angels.
• I have my sight set on a pair of brown and pink cowboy boots.
• I cannot eat enough kale.  It's quite odd.
• I might also have an issue with dill pickles.  And sauerkraut.
• And coconut milk.

You?

August?

So, the last time I blogged, it was July 10.  Maybe this will become just a monthly thing.  I don't know. Just like a butterfly, MPM is going through her own metamorphosis.  And a visit with the newly launched offspring is even more evidence of that.

They are happily settled into their new apartment in New York City.  Yes, the MPM rugrats are living under the same roof once again!  After 4 years at different universities, they have both secured jobs that pay a living wage, and are sharing an apartment.  I have seen it with my own eyes, and I am duly impressed.  Except for a minor detail, which has me quite flummoxed.  Apparently they were raised in a barn.

Sometimes I lie awake at night remembering this scene.  Where did I go wrong?

But I digress.  I had a spectacular time, and I got to visit with so many of my wonderful friends in New York and Connecticut.  I miss them so very much, but I know that I am on the right journey here in Tennessee, and they are just a quick 2 hour flight away.

There was lots of fun, too:

A wedding in Grand Central Station.

 

A visit with a spoiled dog who is summering in New England.

 Another expensive taxi trip downtown.

This one took us right past the Flatiron Building.

 A tapas restaurant that served champagne in the Ladies Room!

Thank you, Baby Bird for introducing us to Beauty and Essex!

 An early birthday dinner for my babies with Daryl.

This is our favorite restaurant on Columbus Circle, Robert.

 The best part of the whole trip:

Love them to the moon and back.

Even if they have no idea about the proper way to install toilet paper.

Blessings

“The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea.” 
― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales